Nights With Sable Ch. 02

"Scott, I have to go. Call me after your date tonight, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Al got up and ran out the front door. Before I could even gather what had just happened, he re-opened the door and popped his head in.

"Oh, and thanks for the drink."

With that, he left. I looked to the glass of scotch on the table. Not even a sip.

"Fuckin' loon."

I opened the large wooden door with my senses already gathered and my will trembling in my chest.

Before me stood a podium, and behind the podium stood a short man in a tuxedo. Though I knew he had some form of skin on him, I could only see complete darkness smothering his skin and hair. Even his eyes were tiny, unavailable slits over where his nose should be.

"Welcome to Destiny, sir," I heard him say from somewhere near his head using muted words. The thought of 'destiny' sent a nervous shiver down my spine. The sudden seriousness of this situation threatened to force my feet to turn around and take me right back out.

Before I could act on a retreat, a warm set of arms wrapped around my right arm. I stopped in my tracks and turned to a stunning brunette beauty attached to me. I must have had my mouth open, because she giggled and took a step back to let my eyes wander over her.

Natural coffee-colored hair split down the center of her head and glided down to naked shoulders, her skin radiating with a soft glow over a porcelain complexion. A black strapless dress wrapped around her torso and clenched tightly over well-rounded hips, cutting off halfway down her thigh. She spun in place to reveal smooth, structured calves and a pair of black heels strapped to her ankles. Even her pedicured toes added to the overall image of sensuality and style.

"Wow." I barely croaked out as I let her name roll off my tongue. "Sable? Is that you?"

She nodded with a curious lack of a mischievous smirk. Instead, she wore a brilliant smile, showing off a perfect set of teeth. Though she lacked the curvy, rounded features of her previous sexy secretary image, her hips and calves still portrayed a pleasant swell. A tiny black dot sat on the side of her nose, and another sat above a light pink lip. Even her earrings dangled almost invisibly down the sides of her face. Every detail spoke sensuality. Beauty. Purity.

"As much as I would love to eat sitting up, is there any way that we could grab a seat?" Still, that dazzling smile presented itself to me.

Eventually, I peeled my eyes away from her soft hazels and looked to the area around us. There were no walls and the tiles of the floor were see-through, and an everlasting darkness spread out to the world outside of the restaurant. There was a white ceiling, though, and brilliantly lit chandeliers hung and illuminated the many tables surrounding us. Most tables were filled with people whose skin was covered completely in darkness, however, one table stood solitarily in the middle. Once again, she wrapped her arms around mine. I placed a hand over hers and led her to the table.

We were seated and handed menus that were completely written in Japanese. How I knew the menus were written in Japanese, I didn't know and didn't care; I was too busy watching Sable look down over a cute nose at the menu. Before she even looked up, a smile began to creep up on her face again. She folded up her menu and placed such delicate fingers on top of it.

"I'm not on the menu, Scott."

I smirked and responded with a voice dripping with sex. "Maybe you should be."

Her expression echoed mine. "I'm guessing we won't be eating much tonight?"

Another quick response delivered with a deep voice. "One of us might be."

A manicured fingertip came to her lips, holding back a small burst of laughter. "Oh, quit you. Not tonight."

I nodded. "Fair enough." I tied my hopes back to the ground, trying to keep myself from ruining dinner before it even started. "So, why did you change?"

"I wanted to show you how I really look." She crossed her arms over the table, and her expression quieted. "Well, if I did have a look."

"You look beautiful," I chirped up quickly. I brought my hands to her arms and squeezed. Even her arms were pleasant to touch.

"I know you're into much bigger butts and nicer boobs than this, but-"

"Stop," I ordered. Her eyes shot up to mine, but they seemed pleased. "I would have you no other way. You look amazing."

A soft smile graced me. She unfolded her arms and placed her hands on top of mine, scooping her finger tips into my palms. "I would call you a liar, but I can't. You know, I've seen this side before..."

It was my turn to smile. "With great realization, comes great responsibility."

She laughed at that. "Well, that makes more sense coming out of you. Come on, let's eat."

Reluctantly, I pulled my hands from hers and picked up the menu. For some reason, the menu was now in English. By the time the seemingly skinless waiter approached, we both decided on what we wanted.

Though I kept my thoughts on this dream at bay, I couldn't help but to feel a slight tugging in my head every time I began to evaluate the situation I was in. I realized that every bite into my turkey plate felt thick and full and real, and every sip of my pinot noir tasted bitter and powerful, even bringing my state to a slight buzz. Once I began to think about this being a dream, I felt the world begin to darken and distance from me. I occasionally caught myself just staring at Sable, and realized that I wanted anything but for this to end. I quickly rid myself of any state-related thoughts and brought myself to a powerful fact: If there was any reality I wanted to be in, it was this one, no matter where this reality might have been.

After a few minutes of eating, I began to feel full. My mind began to wander on the state of the night and where it would go. I watched Sable as she dug into her shrimp and alfredo plate. Even in the familiarity of my own home, moments alone on my chair couldn't have felt as comfortable as the silence that was between us. I couldn't tell if it was the energy or the mood set by the restaurant, but this was the most I've enjoyed myself in a very long time.

"It looks like you're getting better at staying," Sable said. She placed her fork down and brought her napkin to her lips, dabbing gently.

"I almost faded a few times. As long as I don't think of anywhere else, I do pretty well."

"I've noticed." She pushed her plate to the middle and brought out her chapstick, twisting it as she continued. "I saw you fade a little, but you're still here. You're doing pretty good."

She applied her chapstick, then put it in her purse and stood up while placing her purse on the table. It was hard to tear my eyes away from the dark space between her thighs.

"What do you think about a walk?"

Without a second thought, I lifted myself from my chair and looked to the entrance. I stopped myself before getting into motion.

"Should I be scared about what's outside?" A tiny fear wriggled in the pit of my stomach.

"You made this place, didn't you?" She walked to me and laced her fingers with mine. That same beautiful smile was waiting for me when I looked down at her. "Come. Walk with me." I had no further resistance.

We walked out to an unlit sky and a glowing prairie expanding out everlastingly. Tiny blades of grass swayed in the unfelt wind, their tips glowing a soft red and creating a sea of calming crimson as far as the eye could see. There weren't any moons or stars in the sky, but there was something utterly calming about that. There were no symbols, no representations, just...this.

From my left came a wave of dark purple cascading through the reds of the grasses like a giant wave. Over a matter of seconds, the whole field turned that deep purple. Even a few trees in the distance switched colors in the wave of change. I simply reveled in the moment with Sable's soft hand in mine, capturing the whole experience and force-feeding it into my memory. I will never forget this, I thought to myself. I'd sooner die than let this moment go.

Sable tugged on my hand. "Ready to walk?" She asked.

I caught up to her and gave her hand a squeeze, then asked, "Where are we going to?"

"Nowhere," she said with a smile. "I just want to walk in this place you made."

"You know, you've said that earlier. Did I really make these places?"

"Yeah. I think your desire to make everything perfect ended up making this night...perfect."

I couldn't help but to chuckle lightly. "I'm not sure why you say that. We just had some food, some wine, and some silence."

She shrugged and looked out to the plains before us. "That may be true, but the silence isn't awkward. Those little exchanges and the butterflies you give me make for enough conversation. Plus, it's not like I can say I've dated my surface consciousness that often."

"Heh, you have a point. I don't think anyone could say that."

A pleasant giggle filled my ears. I could definitely get used to that sound. As we leisurely continued walking, I began to think of ways to bring that giggle out of her more...or, possibly other pleasant sounds.

"Scott? Can I have you promise me something?"

We both stopped. I turned to see her face - still pleasant, but serious. The land around us was now turning a midnight blue.

"What is it?"

She squeezed my hands. The concern in her eyes almost brought me to tears. "I want you to promise me that you'll never let yourself be so unhappy that you want to die."

A warm rush rose up to my cheeks. I forgot that she would have known about that.

"So...You saw everything?"

"I saw it and I felt it." She brought my hand up to her face and began kissing my fingers. "I felt how empty you felt. I felt how purposeless you felt. I didn't like watching you kill yourself over that."

I sighed and watched as her plush lips traveled over my knuckles. I brought myself out of my small trance and withdrew my hands, which caused her to look up at me.

"If you truly know me, then you know why I don't like being in that...other place. Heck, ever since I've met you, all I've ever wanted to be is here."

She sent me a smile, but it was a smile of pity. "Scott. You have a purpose in the other world. You have people that rely on you-"

"But I don't want people to rely on me," I yelled. "I don't really have a purpose there. Sable, what is my purpose there anyway? What is the meaning of my life?"

She looked back at me with those deep, inquiring eyes, but she still smiled that gentle smile the whole time. Why was she so calm? What in the world was she thinking?

"What if your purpose is simply trying to find a purpose?"

I furrowed my brow and turned to look at one of the distant trees. I tried to make sense of her question through staring at those rustling leaves, all while sucking in that clean, cool night air.

"Nobody comes with a written instruction book," she explained. "Nobody can say for sure that people are here for a particular reason. But, if we can find a reason, then maybe that's enough. Just maybe that's enough to continue living with."

Her hand found the side of my face, bringing my gaze back down to her. Her eyes burrowed into mine, drawing me into never looking away again while she caressed my cheek.

"If I have to be that reason, then I think I'd be okay with that."

My hard expression softened. I got lost in her eyes. Where has this woman been all of my life?

I inched toward her and placed a hand on her waist. Her eyes widened slightly and began to travel between my eyes and my lips. Her breath came out in a silent shudder.

"I'm going to kiss you, Sable." Though I stated my plan of action, it sounded to me more like a choice that was up to Sable's approval.

"We're going to kiss each other, Scott."

I couldn't hold back anymore. My head swiveled to the side and I lowered my head down to press my lips into hers. Our eyes closed, and I began to venture into her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as possible, kissing her so slowly that it almost ached. Our lips opened and pressed, then opened and pressed again and again. Her lips tasted of strawberries. Cherries. Promise. From my feet to my tip of my nose, passionate electricity surged and bounded. I had never felt so melded to anyone as I had in that moment.

Her head turned just slightly to deepen the kiss. Inbetween mashed lips and gentle caresses of her back, I branched my tongue out to taste hers. Her tongue tasted of sweet wine and warmth that brought unholy thoughts.

We both pulled back after what felt like hours of passionate kissing, and the separation brought a very sudden longing. My eyes opened to find that hers were glazed with a very pleased daze.

"God, even knowing how you kiss couldn't have prepared me for that." Her lust-smothered whisper brought pleasant jolts rocking through my body.

"I didn't even know. I call unfair advantage."

She emitted another delightful giggle. Damn, I needed to get this gorgeous woman to bed or I was going to go insane.

"It's almost time, Scott. Give me another kiss, okay?"

I didn't even waste time fretting the end. Immediately, I pressed my lips back into hers and slid my hands up to the middle of her back. She smiled into the kiss, then returned with an equal amount of desire. The softest fingertips slid into the arms of my dress shirt and trailed slowly up my biceps, sending a tingle of-

Ffffffuuuuuuck.

I came back into the real world with lips actually puckered into the air, on top of some massive morning wood. Though I was angry at the sudden intrusion of life at first, I found that I couldn't stay angry for long. Before I knew it, I was in the shower humming a tune that was stuck in my head and preparing for a day of catch up at the Scottsdale Banner hospital.

I walked back in with an energy I had never felt before. Behind every smile I sent to a concerned nurse or a fellow practictioner, was the knowledge of the fact that Sable was experiencing every part of this with me. Every paper I signed reminded me of the menu I read with her, and every pair of eyes I looked into explaining the dangers of their surgery for a later period reminded me of those glazed eyes I caused on her face. Everything was her. I couldn't even get mad when Martin decided to bring his smug attitude into my office and ask me if I was done sucking my mother's titling yet (What the hell is a titling?)

Even the downside of our date brought some unique thoughts. Surgeries. Mending the broken. Maybe that was my purpose. My patients were broken, and maybe I was meant to give their lives some sort of stability again. My parents were broken, and maybe I was meant to help mend their relationship. I am broken, and maybe I am meant to fix me. Sable was a good enough reason, and I knew I could do it for her at the very least. There were no excuses, and that felt good.

Unfortunately, 'broken' brought itself to me.

"Scott!" An old man called out.

I turned to find an older, yet smaller image of myself waddling up to me. At first, I thought this man was just another old patient. Upon second look, I found that it was my father, and he had aged exponentially since the last time I saw him a few years ago. He was now slightly hunched, walking with a glazed-over look in his eye like half of his brain died. I felt a lurch of disgust at how much age had taken from his looks over the past few years, but as he approached, I found myself accepting him as the warm-hearted, stubborn old man I've come to known.

"Dad? How've you been?" He must have heard the forlorn awkwardness in my voice - he smiled, but he quickly looked down in dismay.

"I...could be better. You've heard of the divorce, haven't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. What happened?"

"I need to talk to you." He looked around, then craned his neck back to look up at me. "Alone, if possible."

We went into my office, and immediately – as I often do with people that like to talk to me – I went to my seat and prepared myself for the worst. I didn't have to wait long.

He closed the door behind him and stopped himself completely before removing his hand from the handle. He sighed and stared at the ground, visibly gathering strength from within to straighten his neck and release his words.

"I had an affair."

A part of me actually felt relieved. "Well, that's bad, but...I mean, anyone can come back from an affair if they try hard enough."

"With Maggie."

If they weren't strongly attached, my teeth would have found a way to remove themselves from their sockets and shoot out as fast as bullets. "Uhhh?! You mean-"

"Yes," he said, head hanging in self-pity. "Your little sister, Maggie."

I always knew Maggie was a slut – Don't get me wrong, I love her to pieces – but I never knew she would have went this far. For some reason, though, my immediate thoughts brought the fault to her. Was she really at fault for this?

"I was weak, Scott." My dad brought his head up and finally looked at me after all this time. "I let my lust build up inside of me – no thanks to your mother, mind you – and I lost it."

"That's no excuse," I yelled. His eyes turned cold and steely, but he nodded nonetheless. "You know how she is."

"I know." Again, a head-hanging defeat almost brought my father's body limp. "I know..."

A palpable silence hung in the air. Eventually, I had to ask, "She was at least of age at the time, right?"

His head shot back up, face contorted with disbelief. "Scott, I may be many things, but I'm no pedophile. We were both consenting adults."

Still didn't make it better. "You can't come back from that."

Once again, his expression retreated. He became the self-pitying man he came in as. "I know."

More silence. My dad's sight swept over the brown rug under us, searching for some sort of answer or glimmer of hope. I couldn't take my mind off of him. Him and Maggie? What would Maggie see in him? Nevermind, not going there.

"Scott?"

I perked up.

"Whatever you do, please don't let your lust take over. Women don't have the same problem we do – all they have to do is ask and they'd be pregnant by the hour. We have to spend our whole lives finding someone we lust for enough to keep, then we have to keep our lusting eyes off of other women's tushes and bosoms."

Definitely sounds like an old man.

"I regret what I did with Maggie. I regret what I did to your mother. I regret not signing up to those nudie magazines. I regret not ja-"

"Okay, dad!"

"Sorry, sorry." He shook his head, releasing a small rumble of a chuckle from his lips. "Anyway...I should go."

I stood from my chair, hands hitting my desk harder than I would have liked them to. "Wait. Where are you going?"

His look changed. Behind his eyes, I no longer saw regret, sorrow or pity. I saw...freedom.

"I think I'll hit the beach. Mayhaps I find someone that needs a sugar daddy before the divorce goes through."

I took my pills and took the last of the B vitamin supplements. For once, I decided to go to bed instead of falling asleep in my chair. Once I landed on the comfortable softness of my covers, my mind began to go into overdrive. There was a part of me that was disgusted with my father – most likely the part that had to deal with the whippings for stupid shit. The other part of me was happy for him. He could finally admit he was messed up, and he was doing something about it. Too bad it had to be the slut sister, of whom I love very dearly.

Though his actions sent me to bed with discomfort, it was his words that stirred something within me. 'We have to spend our whole lives finding someone we lust for enough to keep, then we have to keep our lusting eyes off of other women.' Those thoughts brought me to Sable. Was I lucky to have a transforming super vixen that met me every night? Would she understand the pent up lust I had inside?